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A few months after starting on the medication provided, Y/N had only suffered through a handful of seizures that was worth a trip to the infirmary. Each morning she was to report to the Madam Pomfrey to get her potion before breakfast. It had been manageable so far. If she had been called in sick, Professor Snape always came by with the potion, giving her a grim comment on ‘being another dunderhead who cannot follow the rules’.
During dinner on a somewhat normal night at the School of Hogwarts, Y/N was tapped on the shoulder. She jumped and dropped the fork in the process. Cursing under her breath, she turned around to see Professor Snape standing there in his all black robes with an unreadable dark look on his face.
“Did you never learn that it’s rude to stare?” he asked coldly, staring daggers at the nearby students, who had stopped talking and watched the exchange between the teacher and student. Everyone was terrified of the professor. Even Y/N couldn’t entirely dismiss the uneasy feeling she had whenever he was there, but she definitely had a better relationship with him than the other students. She was one of the few people who had experienced more than his bullying.
“Sorry, Professor,” said a student as everyone looked away and continued eating. Severus turned his attention back to Y/N.
“You are to report to Madam Pomfrey the second you are done eating, understood?” he said in a monotone voice. She nodded, already lost in thoughts as to why she was needed.
As soon as her plate was empty, she left the Great Hall. Unknown to her, Severus had been watching her leave. He too left the Hall and strode of towards the Hospital Wing.
Y/N knocked on the door, waiting for someone to allow her entrance. The door opened revealing a tired looking matron. “Do come in, dear,” she said as she walked out of the doorframe. Y/N smiled politely and moved inside, without thinking twice she sat down on the nearest bed. The infirmary had become a second home for her over the past few weeks.
“Tired, are we?” asked Poppy as she was organizing a few rolls of parchment. Y/N yawned, “just a bit.”
A second later the door opened and in walked Professor Snape is all his glory. In his hands were a few phials with something Y/N could not identify just by the colour. Curiously, she sat up a bit straighter and followed his movements.
“Ah, Severus! Perfect timing as always. Would you like to do the honours?” Poppy asked gesturing to the student. He nodded before taking a seat next to Y/N on the bed, with a bit more distance than needed.
“I have brewed a potion you can take after a seizure,” he told her, holding one of the phials out for her to see. She looked at it in fascination. Her mind racing with thoughts about the selfless action of her professor.
“The Aconite acts as a pain-reliever, the Valerian works as an anti-convulsive, the porcupine quill - also used in Draught of Peace which you should know - alleviates anxiety and lastly the salamander blood has been known for its healing properties,” Severus told her as if teaching a room full of students. His tone was kept in a neutral way, but his eyes showed proudness and relief.
He had found a way to help her deal with her condition, hoping that his potion combined with the one from the healers could prevent him or at least lessen the number of times he had to deal with her seizures. Not that he minded caring for her, he minded the awful sight and feeling he had watching it happen.
Beside there was more than coldness in his heart. Seeing such a young person in pain for no good reason was terrible.
Y/N’s brain was overworking in order to take in everything he said. Once she realized just what he had done for her, she couldn’t contain her happiness. Just as she thought her life was pointless, he had made it better.
Without caring how it looked, she wrapped her arms around him. Gentle so that he could easily pull away. He didn’t. A warm hand was placed on her shoulder, his hand.
“Thank you, Snape,” she mumbled into his robes. Severus cleared his throat and shifted a bit.
“It’s still Professor Snape - you are welcome, Miss Y/N,” he said the first part coldly, but in the end it disappeared.